Loving Codymyer
They are so harsh others said, and they will peck you. They are mean
She ignored their warnings and concentrated on loving her rooster
Named him Codymyer a name that appeared to fit for some odd reason.
He had a crow that would wake the hounds of Baskerville,
and they lived in Nebraska.
Codymyer followed her wherever she went; she had to drop out of school.
She did not mind; what she was studying no longer held her interest.
She was falling in love with her rooster; was this normal?
It was for her anyway.
They became a couple, deciding nothing would come between them.
They allowed each other to have separate hobbies and interests.
But the one rule was - we will always be each other’s best friend.
And they were for twenty-three years, until Codymyer’s death.
She was incredibly sad until a new rooster came to call.
He was upbeat, friendly, and a wonderful neighbor.
In a few years, she was in love for the second time.
A rooster is only around for about twenty years.
Was it worth the risk? Yes!
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